Tuesday, October 30, 2012

Aftermath

As you're probably aware, this happened last night:

Stunningly I'm sitting here with dry feet under a working lightbulb and in front of a computer with working Internet, but many, many others aren't and I'm acutely aware of that fact. Here's hoping that you managed to stay safe in the storm, and that your recovery is as speedy as possible. Consider today's post a moment of awed silence, and I'll return tomorrow with regular updates.

My dog complained about losing cable TV for a couple of hours. When it came back on, he got real quiet. It takes a lot to shut him up.

(Of course, he may also have been worried that I was going to hook up his leash, take him outside and fly him like a kite if he didn't stop telling that old joke with the punchline "I wouldn't send a knight out on a dog like this." He was trying to decide whether to use his cell phone battery to call PETA. )

There are some seriously screwed up basements all around the metro area. Going to be a long time for some of these shops to get 100% back on-line...not to mention inspected and deemed safe to return to occupancy.

Sandy, really? WTF, they couldn't pick a better name? Who wants to say they lost their house to "Sandy"? Sandy is that nice girl down at the coffee shop who doesn't charge you for cocoa sprinkles because her boss is an asshole. Sandy is that nice nurse you woke up to after the procedure.

Commie,Could you give more details on "the procedure"? It's your wording, man. It's....evocative. It all may be purely medical, that's cool. When I broke my leg up in aught 5 I had this sexy ginger that worked the night shift. She was the one that would give me the catheter when I could not pee. It was so romantic...for about 3 seconds. ThenWOAHMOMMATHATHURTS....then...relief.

The outer membrane of my cock is infused and impregnanted with copious amounts of Olive Oil from years of sexual escapades with young lasses in the olive groves outside the hills of Tuscany. Not only does it taste good, but it also protects against viscosity and thermal breakdown. Nothing bad can come of it. Although it was a little awkward when I had to breakup with my last girlfriend because during head she would dab her toasted bruschetta on it for snacktime, not cool.

Very glad to read that you're still with us. I'm in London, where the weather is gloriously tolerable, and hearing all about what it's like in New York. Your blog is a highlight of my day, every day, and it's not just being drunk (I am, significantly) that makes me say so. Please stay alive.

What is it about New Yorkers and Americans and storms like this? I live in Japan and we are hit by major typhoons on a regular basis..throw in the earthquakes and occasional meltdown but the Japanese never make a big deal about it.. New Yorkers are just basically a bunch of drama queens I guess.

Sure, Cipo Fan, Mario was a champion and stage winner extraordinaire, eschewing dope in favor of chewing pussy for a wholesome performance enhancement, but he never won a Grand Tour! Mama mia! Va fangul! He was a big guy, an awesome sprinter, but he couldn't climb like that other big fella who, legend has it, was made into a cuckold by Joe Pesci.

As much as I have felt like calling NYC a bunch of whiners all day, I'm going to have to refrain. First off, NYC is not used to storms so they haven't realized that everything, basically, will be normal after a week or two. It is like Texas getting a snow storm - no experience, no snow plows, etc, but after a while it will melt and they will be OK.

But the problem is that NYC seems to be getting more and more of these storms, and each one seems a little higher than the last. It's kind of a problem. They can't just build a gigantic wall around the entire coastline.

Harderbikes should look at trials bikes. I think the geometry of their bike comes pretty close, except it has a saddle. A saddle seems like a good idea to me, then at least you have the option of using it. Then you can always show off your sweet tricks after you finish riding the 5 borough bike snore.

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